I keep drinkin' malted milk , try'n to drive my blues away

Baby, you just as welcome to my lovin', as the flowers is in May.

It is a tale of temple bells,
sounding at sunset before
the image of Buddha; it is
a tale of love and lovers;
it is a tale of tears.

I watched the silent movie, Broken Blossoms (1919), this morning. One could definitely tell a difference between Hollywood of the past and of today very clearly. This movie reminds me of poetry, music and art, while movies made today are rare to hold such qualities in them. This wasn't the best movie I've ever seen and it won't change my life but it still was a treat, nonetheless.

It's funny because the movie is about tolerance while a Asian man falls in love with a poor British girl, but the actor for the "Yellow Man" is played by a white actor! Nevertheless, I say give it a go; you can always turn it off if you don't like the acting, early 1900 music, or text as speech. You can find the whole movie online with a search on Google.

Your friend,
Alex